The girl's mother is very young.
Xia Weibao touched her face, her mother in the photograph bore a striking resemblance to her, about forty to fifty percent similar.
Fragments of memories flashed through her mind, filled with laughter and joy.
Such distant memories, she couldn't remember clearly; the sounds and smiles were all blurred, yet the feeling of happiness made her heart ache.
Her mouth was full of bitterness, and she felt an impulse to cry.
This room...
"This was your room when you were three years old."
Yan Fei's voice rang out, confirming her suspicion.
Xia Weibao was stunned.
The room when she was three...
She remembered, the original host was kidnapped at two, why was there a room from when she was three?
A vague suspicion lingered in her heart, but she didn't want to admit it.
"Follow me."
Yan Fei took her to the adjacent room, opened the door; it was still the same princess pink, similar furnishings, only more toys inside, along with a small backpack.
